Lilly, tell them!
A dilapidated village stood at the top of a green hill. The houses had long since been destroyed due to some kind of heavy attack. The putrid stench of blood hung heavy in the air.
If someone looked up from there, they would see vultures flying about in the air.
But among the ruined houses was one house that stood without any damage at all. No, it was a small hut. A thatched hut.
The tree stacked doors of the hut casually opened up and a tired young man walked out of it. His head was bald and he was naked from head to toe.
Walking out of the hut, he took a deep whiff of the bloody air. "Argh… how disgusting," he sighed.
He looked up at the sky and squinted in irritation. The vultures all ran away like frightened birds. No, flew away like frightened birds.
No.
They were frightened birds.
Harry then sighed and looked below the hill. Strewn across the land, as far as he could see were corpses. Cut, mangled, and blasted apart.